Thursday, February 14, 2008

Mud, mud, glorious mud... how the human hippo came unstuck

By ARTHUR MARTIN - More by this author » Last updated at 00:53am on 30th January 2008

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Wondering about the best way to creep up on a hippopotamus is the sort of thing that could keep a chap awake at night.

After all, if you get it wrong you'll find yourself on the wrong side of a creature that weighs more than 400 stone, has massive jaws and tusk-like teeth and is one of nature's most aggressive beasts.

When naturalist Dr Brady Barr needed to get close to a wild hippo to take a sweat sample, he thought he had the perfect answer.

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Undercover hippo: Dr Brady Barr approachs a giraffe hidden in his suit

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He concealed himself inside a lifelike - and armoured - hippo suit and inched across the mud of a Zambian wildlife park until he was within sniffing distance of the real thing.

But then disaster struck. Dr Barr soon found he was stuck in the mud.

All attempts to free himself from the sticky situation he found himself in merely ended up deeper in the mud.

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Close encounter: The scientist approaches a real hippo ...

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With a real hippopotamus loitering menacingly, half-submerged in a stream in front of him, Dr Barr was forced to radio for help.

A local ranger sneaked up to the contraption with his rifle at the ready in case the beast charged at them.

Fortunately, the hippopotamus decided the two humans were not worth the effort, choosing instead to leave his bath and wander off in the opposite direction.

This allowed the relieved, and perhaps somewhat embarrassed, zoologist the chance to escape with his limbs intact.

Though comical to look at, the hideout had a serious purpose.

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... who is completely oblivious to his presence

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Using the suit, Dr Barr had hoped to get close enough to the beasts to collect sweat samples to examine in a laboratory.

The reddish sweat secretions have a unique molecular structure which gives the animals protection from Africa's searing sun.

They also contain a powerful antiseptic which could be used to prevent infection in humans.

And while sweat has been taken from hippopotami in captivity, samples from those in the wild were needed to compare the chemical make-up.

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Tight fit: Dr Barr endures sweltering temperatures inside the suit

However, after four attempts among the 10,000-strong herd in Zambia's South Luangwa National Park, the only sweat samples Dr Barr collected were his own.

"When the armour started to sink, I realised what we were doing was not to be," he said. "There were lots of flaws in the design of the armour and that was just another one. It was just too heavy.

"We thought the difficult part would be getting close to them but that turned out to be the easy part.

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Heavyweight: The hippo suit is smeared in mud and dung

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"It was the suit and its imperfections that made us fail.

"The armour was just too heavy and awkward but it gave me a tremendous perspective of them at large and what it takes to be accepted in a herd. All this will come in useful the next time I try."

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Stuck in the mud: With the hippo suit trapped, a ranger moves in with his rifle

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The ranger helps the zoologist escape his suit

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Dr Barr sat in the suit on four different sessions for up to six hours in temperatures of up to 100f (38c).

The armour had been built to withstand the awesome force of a 425-stone adult and was covered with hippopotamus dung to hide the human scent of the occupant.

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Saved: Dr Barr is hauled from the hippo suit after another gruelling day

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He added: "The boredom and monotony got to me, but worse was the heat. Answering the call of nature was just a case of, 'If you've got to go, then go' – and then I'd pick up the suit and move a few feet along."

The zoologist, who had more success when he dressed up in a crocodile suit last year, was filming for Dangerous Encounters with Brady Barr: Undercover Hippo on the National Geographic "Wild" channel.

It will be screened later this year.

Old hand: Dr Barr has form as an undercover operative. Last time it was crocodiles


Sosúa: Hundreds of Jews fleeing the Holocaust found a home in D.R.

Thursday, February 14th 2008, 1:10 PM

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Ruth Kohn arrived on the shores of the Dominican Republic from Berlin on Dec. 7, 1941.

When Ruth Kohn arrived on the shores of the Dominican Republic from Berlin on Dec. 7, 1941, she didn’t mind the blistering Caribbean heat.

“My first impression when we got there was ‘We are saved!’” says Kohn, 80, one of hundreds of European Jews fleeing the Holocaust who were welcomed in the D.R. in the early 1940s.

“And then, of course, it seemed strange, the climate, the language,” she adds. “But the feeling of being saved overwhelmed us.”

A new bilingual exhibit at the Museum of Jewish Heritage in lower Manhattan looks back at the experience of over 500 urban German and Austrian Jews who found a home in Sosúa, a rural area on the north coast of the island.

“Sosúa: A Refuge for Jews in the Dominican Republic” opens Sunday, and features photographs, artifacts, documents and videos culled from here and the Caribbean nation.

This out-of-the-ordinary story begins in 1938, when President Roosevelt organized a 32-nation conference to address the resettlement of refugees whose lives were increasingly at risk.

Only the Dominican Republic said it would be willing to open its doors.

The refugees, some with their families, some without, were sent to resettle an abandoned banana plantation, although most of them had no farming skills.

“We learned by trial and error with the agricultural products, mostly with the help of the natives,” says Kurt Teller, 89, who came from Vienna.

They eventually opened a successful dairy and meat factory. The dairy cooperative Productos Sosúa still exists today.

Unlike farming, socializing was not too difficult.

“I learned Spanish very fast because I had a few years of Latin when I was younger. I became the emissary for all,” says Teller, who lives in Los Angeles.

“I liked it from the minute I got there, but there were a few new things,” he says. “If you invite [A GIRL]to the movies you have to pay for six tickets, because all the family is coming along.”

Over time the settlers integrated with their neighbors. They worked together, went to the same schools, and sometimes even married one another. The settlers even took a liking to merengue dancing and rice and beans.

And overall, the settlers say they didn’t experience the anti-Semitism present in other Catholic countries. “There was none. Dominicans don’t have that in their blood,” says Teller.

But the treatment they received was surprising, considering the Dominican Republic was then ruled with an iron fist by dictator Rafael Trujillo, who showed no value for human rights in 31 years in power.

According to the exhibit’s introduction, Trujillo welcomed the settlers to curry favor with Roosevelt after he was dubbed “the butcher” in the U.S. for ordering the massacre of thousands of Haitians living in the D.R. in 1937.

Trujillo also thought the German and Austrian Jews would “whiten” up the dark-skinned population of his country.

“People would ask me how it felt to move from one dictator to another,” says Kohn. “It was hard. One dictator wanted to kill us and thought we were inferior, and the other one wanted us and thought we were superior.”

The idea for the exhibit originally came from State Sen. Eric Schneiderman (D-Manhattan/Bronx) in 2005, who eventually teamed with the American Jewish Congress, the CUNY Dominican Studies Institute, and a museum in Sosúa.

Many of the settlers eventually moved to the U.S. But even after decades in the states, they are still tied to the island that likely saved their lives.

“I remember Sosúa and the Dominican Republic as a really pleasant place,” says Kohn, who lives in Passaic, N.J. “It is my home.”